Lyrics:

Things ain't what they appear to beWhen you visit please don't forgetThe fragile mess of this nervous wreckWho of you feels he's been here before?Now I've been here twelve times or moreLife's becoming a bit of a boreIf the ceiling speaks please don't complainHe might just make me go back, round againWho of you feels he's been here before?Round and round and round againThe first million yearsThey were the worstThe second million yearsThey were the worst as wellPlease don't ask 'cuz I can't explainWhy I keep coming back againMaybe it's 'cuz when I roll the diceI never get to throw \'afterlife\'Who of you feels he's been here before?Round and round and round
Threshold Round And Round